It's been a dreary, rainy day. It has rained so constantly today that Cliff and I never did get to take our half-hour walk; we did our twenty minutes of calisthenics and weights, though. We've received more than an inch of rain, slow and steady. Anyhow, the weather has me in a funk; and I have very little to blog about.
Yesterday, Cliff and I drove thirty miles to look at a yearling Foxtrotter filly. She was gentle, and broke to lead, the same color as Blue (bay). If they'd have come off the price just $25, she'd be mine. I had promised myself I wouldn't pay more than $150. Besides, there wasn't really any proof that she was 100% Foxtrotter. Cliff was proud of me; he figured if we went and looked, I'd want her.
You see, I don't want to pay a lot for a young horse, because I'm no horse-trainer; and if a colt didn't work out, I wouldn't want to lose a lot of money when I sold it.
There's a bill going to Congress to end horse slaughter (that link, by the way, is for the bill; I am against it). If this happens, people are going to be giving horses away; they're already at rock-bottom prices. Personally, I see no difference in slaughtering horses as compared to cows or pigs. They're all animals, and the same methods are used to slaughter them (remember this next time you eat a hamburger). This doesn't mean I'd allow Blue to go to slaughter, mind you. But horses are better off being slaughtered than to be starved and neglected by people who don't care about them, as many will be if this bill passes.
So there you have it, my entry-done-in-a-rainy-day-funk.
I'm sure I'll be back to myself tomorrow.